Princess?

Chapter 18

Camilla's P. O. V.

"So I guess this means you're never really gonna come back home, are you?"

I sigh as Angela and I sit on my bed, "No. I won't. If I'm the princess of France (eventually Queen of France), I kind of have to be in France. You could stay? We would love to have you! I know the perfect bedroom for you!"

Angela laughs, "France is incredibly beautiful. "

I nod, "It's different from the New York lifestyle. That's for sure"

Angela smiles, "Princess Camilla. I can't believe it. Like, this gigantic castle is your house!"

I laugh, "I'm not a princess yet, Ange. We have three months until that happens. "

The bedroom door opens and Louis walks in, "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"

Angela smirks at me and stands up, "Not at all. I was just leaving. Goodnight. I'll see you two in the morning. "

Angela leaves, shutting the door behind her. Louis climbs in bed next to me, "Why are you smiling like that?"

I can't help but grin, "I'm just happy. Really happy. "

Louis grabs my face and lightly kisses me, "Good. I'm glad. I'm happy too. "

I groan, "I'm so tired. It was a busy day giving everyone a tour of the palace. "

Louis laughs, getting under the covers, "There are worse things you could've had to do. "

I nod, "I know. I'm sorry. So, what did you think of my parents and Angela?"

Louis smiles, "They're great. I can see why my beautiful fiancé is so amazing."

I sigh, "I'm glad you think that."

Louis kisses my forehead, "Goodnight love. I'll see you in the morning. "

I smile, "Goodnight. "

I roll over and pull the covers up to my chin. Closing my eyes and letting sleep consume me.